Reginald Dalton, Volume 2W. Blackwood, 1823 - 337 pagina's |
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Pagina 95 - The young man shook from head to foot as these words were trembling upon his lips. She, too, threw her eyes on the ground, and a deep glow rushed over her face ; but that was chased instantly by a fixed and solemn paleness, and her gaze once more met his. ' He advanced close to her, (for hitherto he had not changed his position,) and leaned for a moment over the broken wall. His hasty hand had discomposed some loose stones, and a fragment of considerable size plunged into the dark stream below. Ellen,...
Pagina 96 - Mr. Dalton, you are ill — you are sick — you are mad. This is no language for me to hear, nor for you to speak. Rise, rise, I beseech you." ' '' Ellen, you are pale, deadly pale — you tremble — I have hurt you, wretch that I am — I have wounded, pained, offended you." ' " Pained indeed," said Ellen, " but not offended. You have filled me with sorrow, Mr. Dalton — I give you that and my gratitude. More you do wrong in asking for ; and if it had been otherwise, more I could not have given...
Pagina 95 - and 'tis kindly meant." " Nay, indeed, ma'am, I hope Mr Keith has seen the worst of his illness. You did well to bring him to this fine air, this beautiful place.
Pagina 99 - He uttered these words in the same deep whisper by which he had arrested her steps. She gazed on him while he spake, with an anxious eye and a glowing cheek— when he stopped, the crimson fleeted away all in an instant. Pale as death, she opened her white and trembling lips, but not a word could come. The blood rushed again over cheek, brow, and bosom, and tears, an agony of tears, streamed from her fixed and motionless eyes. " Reginald, clasping his forehead, sobbed out, ' Thrice miserable ! wretch...
Pagina 99 - Forgive the words that were wrung from me in bitterness of soul — Forgive me — forgive the passionate, involuntary cries of my mad anguish.' " ' Oh, sir, you grieve, you wound me ! — you know not how you wound me. I am a poor helpless orphan, and I shall soon have no friend to lean to. — How can I listen to such words as you have spoken ? — I am grateful ; believe my tears, I am grateful indeed.
Pagina 91 - ... amidst the darkness which had deepened around its altars. Next moment, however, that energy was half extinguished in dejection; — the flame still burnt intensely — but lowly as of old. " Alas !" he said to himself, " I shall never hear her again — I am ruined, undone, utterly undone — blasted in the very opening — withered on the threshold ! Humiliation, pain, misery, lie before me, as surely as folly, madness, phrenzy, wickedness, are behind — as surely as shame, burning, intolerable...
Pagina 97 - The calmness of her voice and her words restored Reginald, in some measure, to his selfpossession. He obeyed the last motion of her hand, and sprung at once to his. feet 'You called me mad, Miss Hesketh — 'twas but for a moment.
Pagina 91 - Next moment, however, that energy was half extinguished in dejection ; — the flame still burnt intensely— bat lowly as of old. " ' Alas !' he said to himself, ' I shall never hear her again — I am ruined, undone, utterly undone — blasted in the very opening — withered on the threshold! Humiliation, pain, misery, lie before me, as surely as folly, madness, phrenzy, wickedness, are behind — as surely as shame, burning, intolerable shame, is with me now. Yet one feeling at least is pure...